For if ye be not invalids, or decrepit creatures, of whom the earth is weary, then are ye sly sloths, or dainty, sneaking pleasure-cats. And if ye will not again run gaily, then shall ye⁠—pass away!

To the incurable shall one not seek to be a physician: thus teacheth Zarathustra:⁠—so shall ye pass away!

But more courage is needed to make an end than to make a new verse: that do all physicians and poets know well.⁠—

O my brethren, there are tables which weariness framed, and tables which slothfulness framed, corrupt slothfulness: although they speak similarly, they want to be heard differently.⁠—

See this languishing one! Only a span-breadth is he from his goal; but from weariness hath he lain down obstinately in the dust, this brave one!